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Chapter 087 A beautiful flower

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    "When a person is dying, his or her eyes will suddenly lose light, the pupils will immediately expand, and at the same time there will be breath coming out of the mouth. Just based on this subtle change in the eyes, we should also believe that people have souls. Also, some people when they are dying  Relatives will be informed in advance, "Today I am going to where I should be," and "I am going to accompany your mother." Some people will see their relatives appear to them when they are dying to pick up his soul. And a few do not believe it.  When a person is dying, he will also know that he is going to leave today, and then his words will come true. We know that the body cannot predict the future, so the fulfillment of dreams proves the existence of the soul."

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    I talked endlessly until I felt thirsty. Some of these things were based on what Liu Zhihui taught me and I added them myself. Some of them were nonsense. Fortunately, I used to like to watch extracurricular films.  Books, everything, I understand a little bit, to sum up, I know a little bit of everything, but I don¡¯t understand anything.

    Her eyes became much brighter, she sat up straight and asked me: "Where did the person's soul go after he died?"

    I said: "Maybe one day in the future, we will be able to answer this question by using new scientific instruments and knowing the level of space we live in. But I believe that the destination of the soul must not be that far away from us. There are also some  According to, for example, dreaming, the so-called scientists, psychologists, anthropologists, and biologists explained that after falling asleep, the cerebral cortex is not completely suppressed, and various fantasy scenes appear in the mind, which is a normal physiological phenomenon for humans.  . But this statement is difficult for people like me who have studied psychology to understand. Why do people dream? Scientists currently cannot explain it, and what we dream about most are our relatives. Why?  What? People say that they think about things day by day and dream about things at night. In fact, this is how the relatives of souls in different dimensions communicate with themselves. There are also many people who will meet them unconsciously at a specific place, specific space and time.  It is also a way for souls to communicate with relatives who have passed away."

    She looked at me expectantly, and when I finished saying these words, she said: "After my mother died, I often dreamed of her talking to me. When I was in jail, she encouraged me and comforted me. My father took me to play.  . My grandparents were holding my clothes from behind, and our family was playing in the park."

    As she spoke, tears fell down.

    I handed her a tissue and she took it and wiped her tears and said, "She said she would always be with me. A few days before my mother left, she kept telling me that if she went out, she would ask me to eat well.  Sleep well and live well.¡±

    People have an innate fear of death. When someone close to you dies, the way to make yourself feel that they are not dead is to believe that the soul continues to exist, continue to communicate with yourself, conduct telepathy, and predict death.  When the female prisoner's mother was about to die, the few words she said were nothing special in normal times, but they happened to be said just before her mother died. She deceived herself mentally, believing that her mother was capable.  He had predicted his own death, so he said these words to her in a special way.  For example, no matter how far-fetched her dream is, she will believe that her mother has been communicating with her soul.

    In order to make her believe in the existence of the soul, I followed her words and said: "Yes, after my grandpa passed away, I seemed to be dreaming but it was not a dream. He told me to study hard and become a useful person in the future.  Man, I feel like he has returned to me. Every time a few days before his memorial day, I often dream about him."

    I can¡¯t explain why I often dream about my deceased relatives just before the anniversary. Even if I haven¡¯t thought about my deceased relatives recently, I still dream about them. I can¡¯t explain this.

    I looked at her, and she stared at me for a long time, and then she was silent and dazed for a long time, and then she said, "Well, people have souls and spirits in heaven."

    In fact, humans have known for a long time that they can escape the fear of death through various methods, such as religion and belief. Today, with the development of science, many people also want to prove the existence of the soul from a scientific perspective.  To escape the fear of death, human beings are afraid of death, fear of the separation of loved ones, the sense of separation, loss, loneliness, and non-existence, hoping that the soul will truly exist.

    "Your mother wants you to eat well and sleep well, and stop doing stupid things." I thought for a moment and said.

    She nodded and said, "Thank you."

    The stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. Alas, it¡¯s not easy. And the matter is not over yet. I just gave a simple psychological counseling. She only temporarily believed in the existence of the soul and re-established her spiritual support. If she still has  He has not fully recovered and his condition is still very worrying.

    ¡°Can I lend you three cigarettes and say goodbye to my family?"she asked me gently.

    I took out the cigarette case and gave it to her, damn, it was from China.

    "If I had known earlier, I would have just taken out the Furong King. She took it and I couldn't say I would take the Furong King."

    I said the bottle wouldn¡¯t mind if the cactus pot was gone, and she said it didn¡¯t matter.

    I cut off a bottle, filled it with soil at the bottom of the bottle, and lit a cigarette for her. She took three cigarettes, knelt on the ground and worshiped her parents: "Grandpa, grandma, mom and dad, I am unfilial, I didn't listen to my mother, and I didn't eat well."  Sleep and almost do something stupid.¡±

    She muttered to herself for a while, and when the cigarette was almost half burned, she inserted the small half of the bottle into the soil.

    Wiping her tears, she said, "Thank you."

    "Thank you, your mother, and the guards and female prisoners who have been with you all the time. I'm just doing my job."

    "Can I go?" she asked softly.

    "goodbye."

    I asked three female guards to come in and take her out. When the female guards came in, they looked at the female prisoner and asked, "Are you crying?"

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry for making you work so hard.¡± She apologized.

    "It'll be fine if it's okay. Oh, let's go."

    One of the female guards said to me, "You are really awesome."

    "you flatter me."

    After they left, I sat on the office chair and smoked. Damn, how could I be so great? The most powerful one was Liu Zhizhi. How could she be so great? There is no fucking comparison between people.

    This job of psychological counseling is really not easy to do.

    Liu Zhihui should be invited to sit here, that would be the blessing of prison.

    After get off work in the afternoon, I felt very tired. What the hell did you say about sleeping out? It was nonsense. If I were asked to live in the city, I would return to the city at eight or nine and crawl out again at dawn. It¡¯s such a fucking hassle to get up and take the car back.  It would be great if I could live in that small town, that small town with a developed red light district, that mysterious town, not far from here. Get an electric car, live there at night, go out to the town, drink some wine, and see the girls.  , so cool.

    But if you go to live there, you will definitely have to spend more on food, accommodation, water, electricity, and travel expenses.

    I had no choice but to endure it and think about what night I wanted to go out, and then go out.

    Being a human being is so fucking complicated.

    On Monday, the day to welcome the new female prisoners, I went there too.

    Just like usual, the car drove into the prison, and the armed police guards escorted the female prisoners out of the car, and then I was fascinated to see which one was more beautiful.  I have to say that the age trend of committing crimes is getting younger and younger, and many girls look very immature. I feel heartbroken and sad.

    ¡°It¡¯s heartbreaking that they were sent here for reform at a young age, and sad that their entire lives will be deeply marked with shame. This is a nightmare that they can¡¯t get rid of throughout their lives. Many elderly people even end up here.

    There are risks in being a human being, so you need to be careful when committing crimes.

    When I was looking at a young and innocent-looking girl in a daze, someone patted me from behind. This technique was like that of Xu Nan.

    ¡°Brother, what¡¯s the matter?¡± I asked without looking back.

    "You look stupid at the girl, are you?"

    Turning around, it was Zhu Huahua.

    Zhu Huahua.

    "I thought it was a male brother, but it turned out to be a beautiful Zhu Huahua."

    "wanna die?"

    "I don't dare. Is your squadron here too?"

    ¡°You were in a daze like this when you were looking at the beauty bar?¡± she asked me.

    ¡°The beauty is right next to me, what else should I look at?¡± I said.

    "Stop it."

    "Hehe, Sister Hua seems to have a lot of time."

    "Who is idle?"

    "Otherwise, why would you have time to talk to me?"

    "I'm here to tell you that there will be a grappling lesson in the auditorium at three o'clock in the afternoon."

    "Ah, there are lessons? Then I have to tell the instructor. I'll go. It's you who will teach. Then what can you teach me? How can I deal with you with perfect accuracy?"

    "You'll know if you come here." She turned around and left to monitor the female prisoners for inspection.

    " Grappling skills lessons sound very interesting, and are they taught by female armed police officers or female prison guards?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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